The first full working week of the year and for many it was their first day back to work after a long Christmas/New Year break. With a combination of illness and holiday, I had the office to myself for much of the week so a good opportunity to sort stuff out that needed some extra desk space.
What do you think of uni-sex loos? I’ve touched on this topic before, always with a pair of Marigolds on, personally I don’t like them. However, if the Pilot Boat had them, then there would have been no need for an apology to the town clerk. More about that later.
Winter made a grand entrance this week; it wasn’t just the clocks going back an hour to Greenwich Mean Time but right on cue we had some incredibly cold nights resulting in icy windscreens the following morning. Of course I didn’t have to worry about that because I no longer have a car
I had a week off. My first holiday for 8 months. I say ‘holiday’ but as any mum will tell you, at Christmas time you merely swap one sort of work for another and it is sometimes even more stressful when family are thrown together for an intense few hours once a year. It isn’t helped when one of your children ends up being unwell for the duration.
With both sons tapping away on their miscellaneous devices, I ended up watching Mary Poppins on my own with the tub of Christmas chocolates as company and even they weren’t much fun given I have had to severely restrict my chocolate intake due to diet change.
Space, especially storage space, is a premium in the theatre and being the sort of person who is reluctant to throw anything away, it is not unusual for me to find room for something, safe in the knowledge that whatever it is, when it’s needed again I will be pleased I found somewhere to keep it. However, when it comes to space for things like lost property, we have a drawer for that and also a window sill.
The last week of November and I finally succumbed to my sons’ insistence that Christmas was indeed very near. Their excitement generally starts from around October with a few short references to the festive season but by Guy Fawkes they move up a gear. I’m no Grinch but I do ignore their mutterings until 1 December when I open the first door on my Advent Calendar which usually brings just a small sigh of disappointment
The firm’s Christmas ‘do’, some Werther’s toffees and Twitter word limit increases
There’s one thing for sure when it comes to the diverse range of activities that go on at the Marine Theatre, no sooner has your day begun than it suddenly comes to an end; the days literally fly by. But